l i t t l e n o t e s

tape measures and disappointment.

out of the drawer
the tape measure
wandered again
into my hands
slipping through
my fingers
stretching
around my waist

it'll only disappoint me

i've been a bad girl
not keeping track
now look at
what's happened
the higher the number gets
the more fuel
my body has
to choke me with

i'll always be a disappointment